Chapter One
I first saw it that day. The day that the house fire killed Jessica and changed Sam forever. It made him yearn for revenge, as if it would make him feel better. Make him feel different. But as they say, revenge can make you do foolish things and it always ends up the bad way.
[Dean's POV]
I stared at her through the rear view mirror, annoyed as hell. "Get your dirty feet off of my Baby," I exclaimed as I turned around to give Sherry my best death glare. She was sleeping on the back seat, horizontally, with her feet up.
I gave a small satisfied smile as she put her feet down, where they belonged, and gave me an irritated look. I turned my attention back to the road and turned to look at Sam, who was looking out of the window. I suddenly sighed as I realised that I'd have to go back to hunting and searching for dad all alone after I left these two knuckle-heads back home.
Sam would go back to living his normal apple pie life with his girlfriend and I would continue doing the family business. Not that I had any problem with it, I loved hunting, but it wasn't the same without Sam. Without my brainy, geeky little brother to back me up and his concern for me, I just felt lost somehow.
"We're here," I said, loud enough to give Sherry a scare. She sat up straight and looked at the door with hesitation. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was thinking as she got out of the car and looked back at it longingly. She definitely didn't want to go back home.
I didn't know how to feel about that. I already had enough on my to-do list, what with dad going missing, and I didn't want to add Sherry to that list. But I had to admit that the thought of hunting with someone didn't sound so bad anymore, especially since the alternative somehow seemed a lot more unsettling.
There was also the advantage that Sherry actually knew how to fight, since Sam had given her the training that she had needed. So although she was a complete amateur when it came to hunting or handling any of the weapons, the girl knew how to fight.
I'd actually been completely shocked when I'd broken into Sam's house and found a girl who could almost match up to Sam's level of fighting, which was saying something. When I'd asked her who'd taught her to fight like that, the last thing that I'd expected was for her to tell me that it was Sam.
Boy had I been pissed off at Sammy right then. He'd just shrugged the whole thing off, saying that Sherry had seen his fighting skills and she'd wanted him to teach them to her. But he didn't emphasise on how exactly he had gotten so careless, especially since all he had ever cared about was not being a freak and wanting to fit in.
"Hey Dean," I heard Sherry call out my name as quietly as possible. I tried to hide the smirk that was threatening to show, and turned around to look at her.
[Sherry's POV]
I took a deep breath as I gathered up enough courage to ask Dean what I'd wanted to ask him since we had finished this hunt.
"Can I ask you something?" I murmured, silently cursing myself for being chicken enough to not get straight to the point.
"Look, if you wanna ask me out on a date," Dean said with a full blown grin, "I'm not interested."
Sam, who was standing right next to me, rolled his eyes at Dean's comment and muttered something like, 'you wish', under his breath. I laughed a little, knowing that Dean was just trying to make me relax a bit so that I could ask him the question.
"I don't want to go back home, I want to come and hunt with you," I said to him and bit my lip nervously as I waited for his response.
Dean's response was unexpected.
With how he'd been acting with me throughout this whole trip, I'd have thought that he'd probably start by insulting my weapon handling skills. Reminding me about how, when Constance's ghost had been trying to seduce Sam, I'd aimed the gun at her wrong and had almost shot Sam instead.
It was an entirely different thing that the bullet had nearly missed Dean too and ended up somewhere in his precious Impala. Since then Dean had been in an even crappier mood than before, as if his earlier mood swings hadn't been enough of a pain in the ass already.
Dean just shrugged, his expressions unreadable, as he said that he'd only let me come with him on one condition-if I didn't bitch about his choice of music and let him do his 'thing'.
For the first few minutes I just stood there not really sure if Dean was just joking or if he was actually serious. But when I saw him looking at me expectantly as if waiting for my response, that was when I realised that he really meant it.
I could feel my heart beats increase as I said, "Challenge accepted."